Locked On Him

The second half of the match began after a sharp fifteen minutes break. The kickoff was even swifter and fast, the players readying themselves to go for one last round.

Brookside pressed harder, emanating even more pressure than they did the previous half.

****

Ten minutes ago, during the half time break.

Santos Xara stared at his players one after the other. After a while of silence, he began his speech.

“Okay guys…” Xara began. But he soon took a deep pause, waiting to stare at everyone’s countenance for the last time.

Santos continued in no time. “The First Half is over and guess what…you’re behind.”

Brookside players shook their head and turned away from their coach, almost ashamedly. They all released bitter sighs, in distaste of the situation.

Xara stared at them, waiting for one of them to say something. He knew his players quite well. In situations like this, they certainly had something to say.